Opening Up
"Hey Clem." Jolene walked into her cell after Hershel made sure she ate something.
"I'll show you how to make it tomorrow." Carl's voice echoed through the walkie talkie that Clementine was holding.
"Rick let me borrow his walkie talkie to talk to Carl and Sophia when we're not together." Clementine quickly explained to Jolene as she got up and hugged her then went back to talking to Carl.
Jolene smiled, grabbed her hair brush and let down her hair to brush it.
"I'll be right back; I'm going to get some water." Clementine looked to Jolene as she put down the walkie talkie and excused herself.
"I'm gonna get ready for bed now." Carl's voice sounded through the walkie talkie.
Jolene picked it up and pushed the button. "She left the room. I'll let her know. You have a good night Carl."
"I'll inform Carl when he comes back in the cell." Ricks voice caught Jolene by surprise.
"Okay, you have a good night Rick."
"Jolene?"
Jolene hesitated for a moment. "Yes Rick."
He hesitated as well. He didn't know what to tell her but he wanted to hear her voice.
"Nothing… good night Jolene."
"Rick?" She quickly responded before he turned off the walkie talkie.
"Yeah."
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For bringing Clementine and I here. I don't think I ever thanked you."
Rick's heart warmed up hearing her say those words. Her voice was driving him crazy, he wanted to go to her cell and talk to her in person, to see her but he had to spend time with Carl since Lori was asleep because when Lori is around he's limited to what he can do and say with Carl. "There's no need to thank me."
"Yeah there is. I could've been dead already. You don't get the respect you deserve. Thank you."
Rick hesitated again and Carl walked back into the cell. "No problem. Good night."
"Good night." Jolene slowly turned off the walkie talkie.
*****Jolene's Dream/Flashback to her past*****
"New breaks and spark plugs, you're set to go sir." Jolene wiped her grimy hands on a bar towel.
"Thanks. I appreciate you guys takin in my car last minute. I bet you guys are anxious to go home and count down the New Year. How much do I owe ya?" The well dressed man with the 2012 Bentley pulled out his wallet.
"It's the life of a mechanic. My man over there will take care of ya." Jolene pointed the customer to the front where her boss stood to pay.
"Joe. You're good!" Eric, her boss winked to her letting her know she's set to go home.
"See ya tomorrow!" She briefly waved her hand to Eric as she pulled out her car keys and headed out.
Jolene opened her car door slid the key into the ignition turned it on and drove home to her husband Justin. It was New Years Eve as she was driving down the road listening to her favorite radio station and she glanced at the car clock. Eight Fifteen. Her anxiety rose as she was planning out her words carefully making sure her excuse of why she was late didn't tick off Justin. They were supposed to be at a New Year's party at Eight Thirty and she knew Justin would start yelling at her again, this time for being late for the party. She just wanted one night where she goes home and doesn't have to worry about Justin screaming at her and laying his hand over her. She was tired of covering up the bruises he would leave.
She pulled up to the drive way and turned off the car. She swallowed the knot in her throat, took a deep breath filled with anxiety and opened the car door…
*****End*****Flash*****Back*****Dream*****
Jolene quickly sat up on her bed, panting in cold sweat. Her body had woke her up before she could finish the dream. She didn't want to relive that awful night again. She got out of bed, put her boots on and walked out of the prison and into the yard for fresh air. It was still dark outside but dawn was near.
Jolene looked up at the guard tower and saw someone's figure. She decided to keep Andrea company on her shift.
"Andrea." Jolene walked in.
Rick turned around and Jolene was caught off guard to see Rick standing before her.
"Oh, I thought you said this was Andrea's shift." She took a step closer to him.
"She wasn't feeling too well."
"Damn, don't you ever get any sleep? You're like superman."
Rick smirked as he put down his shot gun.
"Do you mind if I stay with you for awhile. I don't really feel like being alone right now."
"I would love the company." Rick rubbed the back of his neck, still hurting from all the stress building up each day.
Jolene noticed his neck problem and wanted to help him out with that. "Let me help." She positioned herself behind Rick.
Rick stiffed up and wondered what she was up to. Her hands gently touched the back of his neck and slowly pressed her fingers down. Rick slightly moaned from the sensation but quickly shut himself up, holding it in.
"Relax." Jolene whispered.
Rick inhaled and started relaxing his body. Her touch sent shivers down his spine and he was trying to control himself from doing what he really wanted to do to her.
Jolene slowly moved her hands down to his shoulders. Rick clenched his jaw, holding in the moans of relaxation. He was enjoying it a little too much that he felt himself getting harder by the second. She had the unique skill of finding the right spot and putting just the right amount of pressure to relax his muscles. Not even Lori could make him feel the way he felt now when she would give him massages in the past.
Jolene smiled, she knew he was enjoying it. She loved the way he felt, her hands wanted to go lower but to touch more would be inappropriate, she couldn't do that to a married man.
They stood there for a few minutes in silence as Jolene was working her magic on him.
"I was stabbed." She confessed.
Rick snapped out of his relaxation, pulled away from the massage and turned to her. "What?"
"You asked how I got the scar on my shoulder…I was stabbed." Jolene sighed. "I was sixteen and my mom was dating some loser guy. They ran out of liquor and smokes one night so my mom grabbed her keys and said she'll be back. She left me alone with her boyfriend." Jolene paused; she started feeling a knot in her throat from the memory of that night.
"He was drunk and barged through my bedroom door…Domino, my dog started barking at him and he started yelling at him to shut up and kicked him. I got out of my bed and tried kickin him outta my room. He pulled out his pocket knife and threatened to kill Domino if he didn't stop barking. I was yellin and screamin for help but I knew help was never going to come. He stabbed Domino…I tried to stop it but got caught in the crossfire and he stabbed my shoulder. He left the knife in, pushed me down and started moving the knife around in my skin, making the wound deeper like he was enjoying it…and that wasn't even the worst part he did to me."
Rick was speechless, heartbroken on what she had to endure.
"With no insurance and no help I had to stitch it up myself. One of the many memories I wish I could forget."
"I'm…I'm sorry." Rick sympathized.
"It was a long time ago. As crazy as it sounds living in this prison…for me, its paradise compared to how I used to live." She thought it was pretty ironic. She's spent a great amount of time avoiding prison and now she's living in one.
-Evening time – The woods-
Jolene was in the back seat of Daryl's motorcycle and he had just pulled up to an abandoned shack. Jolene let go of Daryl's fit waist and looked around.
"Why did we stop here?"
"Why you ask questions?" It was Daryl's excuse to be alone with Jolene in the shack but didn't want to admit it.
Daryl walked into the shack to make sure it was walker free and Jolene followed. A dusty Polaroid camera caught her attention in the corner of the room and she walked over to pick it up from the floor. She blew on it to dust off the spider webs and checked to see if there was any film. She smiled when she saw that it was full of film.
"What'd you got there?" Daryl walked over to her.
"I'm gonna give it to Clementine." She showed it to Daryl then walked out of the shack to the motorcycle to put it in the bag.
Jolene heard groaning and from a short distance she saw a walker hanging by his neck from a tree. She walked over to it and saw a note pinned to the tree that the walker was hanging from and Daryl followed behind her.
"Got bit, fever hit, world gone to shit, might as well quit." Jolene mumbled the words on the note. She sighed, shaking her head and dropped the paper.
"What it say?" Daryl caught up to her.
"Suicide note." She walked back to the shack.
Daryl shook it off and handed the crossbow to Jolene.
"Nice." She smiled. She loved the feel of it and Daryl loved how she looked with it.
Jolene got in aiming position and Daryl walked up behind her to give her a hand.
"Pull it back." Daryl's deep voice pierced her ears making the hair on her arms stand up.
Daryl wrapped his arms around her putting her in the right position. Jolene cleared her throat out of nervousness, trying to stay calm.
"You see that black spot on the tree right there. Aim at that." His voice hit the back of her neck.
Jolene stared hard at the black spot and fired. Close but missed. Daryl continued to coach her a while longer until she started getting it right.
She fired and got the black hole right in the middle. Daryl walked over to the tree, pulled out the arrows and walked back over to her. She aimed the crossbow again but her eyes got a glance at a spider crawling on her lower leg. If there is one thing in the world she hated more than walkers it was spiders.
"Oh shit!" Jolene laid the crossbow down and shook her right leg to get rid of the spider.
Daryl chuckled at her and as she bent down her tank top and over shirt lifted, showing the tattoo on her lower back. Daryl quickly noticed it and just like that he had to have her. Tattoos were his weakness on a woman. He tried to get a better look at it but Jolene stood up straight, holding the crossbow and the tattoo disappeared.
She aimed at another tree to practice again but Daryl got right behind her and with his left hand he slowly picked up her shirt and doodled little circles with his thumb on her tattoo and his right hand took the crossbow out of her hands and laid it on the floor. With his left hand still touching her tattoo his right hand wrapped around her waist, touching her stomach, with his chest pressed up against her back.
She felt Goosebumps form from his touch as his face buried down in her neck. His hand removed itself from her tattoo, slid her hair to the side and roughly bit down on the back of her neck. A moan of pleasure escaped Jolene's mouth as her right hand reached over to the back of Daryl's neck and ran through his hair.
"You gonna show me that tattoo?" He mumbled through her neck, still biting down and doing little circles with the tip of his wet tongue.
Jolene turned her head all the way to the right and Daryl's lips crashed on to hers. The kiss was hard, wet and it made it even better when his left hand started massaging her breast.
Jolene released herself from his grip, turned to face him and pulled his shirt, dragging him in the shack. Daryl kicked the door closed, quickly picked Jolene up and sat her on top of a little wooden table by the window. He pulled down her pony tail and tangled his hands through her hair as his lips burned down on her neck.
She could feel his hard dick wanting to explode out of his pants between her legs as his body pressed hard against hers.
Daryl quickly unbuttoned her shirt and took it off along with her tank top and quickly unhooked her bra. He growled with pleasure as he stared at her bare breasts and hard nipples. His tongue circled around her left nipple with his hand massaging her right breast. He started to roughly suck on her nipple and Jolene's heart started beating faster, her breathing changed, as if she had just jumped into a freezing lake on a fall evening.
"I need to see it." Daryl eagerly lifted Jolene off the table, put her down and turned her around. Jolene rested her hands on the table and faced the window.
He got a good look at her tattoo and was more turned on than ever. He started leaving trails of kisses on her back and slowly made his way down. His hot tongue tasted every inch of her tattoo as his hands were exploring her thighs. He loved hearing the soft moans of pleasure from Jolene when his hands moved up to her ass and started squeezing. She felt herself running out of patience, she was getting wetter by the second and she had to have him inside her.
She turned around and Daryl stood back up. Both them stared into each other's eyes, hungry for each other. She yanked off his shirt and her teeth bit down on the right side of his neck as Daryl's hand were finding their way into her pants. After he unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, his hand slid in and started massaging her over her underwear. He felt how wet she was getting through her underwear and he wanted to feel her wetness on his throbbing hard dick.
*Bang Bang Bang*
Daryl and Jolene quickly looked out the window and saw two walkers trying to get in.
Jolene groaned as she laid her head on his chest. "Time to go."
Whoa! I think it's a good thing the walkers showed before they proceeded with their primal instincts. Jolene probably wasn't thinking straight but she probably would have regretted it. Her heart seems to be with Rick from what it looks like.
